Oh! I do foresee the putrid kingdom
built from sorrow
Crafted from streams of wail and sighs
That form the clouds within the refuge thee Forsake
The woe set by dismal heartache
Of a long forgotten love
A kingdom of which was lively but which do see the light of day
From the dreadful throne at which you stay?
I stare at thee a reminiscence of me, a picture loosely
Interpreted from what I used to be
A lovely lad, arm around the gal I had and there my
Kingdom came to abysmal ballroom in which I pranced alongside
My maiden sorrow, there they walked through the courtyard at which
My throne situate, O'er a spot where a lord used to be now a stranger to thee
Alack! thy heart belittled through the sight, oh my dearest soul withered
to a coal, at which I stared the fellow lad touched thy precious
lips where I claimed long ago when I was ruler of it all
Not the sovereign of detached call
Far I hastened to my chamber door to where I started it all
Now within my filthy bedroom I looked upon my horrid diadem
The splendid gems now wretched strewn inside my ages bane
And oh so do I wail and weep, a fountain for the earth to seep
If thy heart could heal through endless scene perhaps indeed I'd be
A melancholy in form to see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem